The Littlest Timelord: The Fall of the Eleventh

Chapter 30

A/N - Wow. Chapter 30. I'm thinking this book might be closer to 40 chapters.

There was a loud thudding noise as they stepped out into a passageway. The candles on the candelabra were blown out. Ice started gathering on the windows around them. Loud thudding echoed through the house.

"Okay, what is that?" Clara asked.

"It's a very loud noise. It's a very loud, very angry noise," the Doctor said.

"What's making it?"

"I don't know. Are you making it?" The Doctor yelped and ran back to Clara and Elise as there were more bangs.

"Doctor?" Clara asked.

"Yes?"

"I may be a teeny, tiny bit terrified."

"Yes?"

"But I'm still a grown-up."

"Mainly, yes, and?"

"There's no need to actually hold my hand."

The Doctor looked down at his hands.

"Um, Clara...?" Elise said.

"Yeah?"

"I'm not holding your hand," the Doctor told her.

Clara and the Doctor screamed, running back into the living room.

Elise rolled her eyes and ran after them.

A black thing appeared, floating in mid-air.

"Has this happened before?" the Doctor asked.

"Never," Palmer said.

"Camera. Camera!" The Doctor grabbed it from Palmer and he started taking pictures of it.

The black thing started cracking.

Clara turned around and saw what Emma was seeing. Something had appeared in front of her. It was a figure some woods. "Doctor!" Clara yelled.

The Doctor turned and started taking pictures.

"Help me!" the woman screamed.

Emma fell back into Palmer's arms.

"Doctor."

The words "Help Me" appeared on the wall by the staircase.

They evaporated as the Doctor approached them.

The Doctor and Elise followed Major Palmer down to his dark room.The Doctor asked her why she didn't want to stay with the girls and she answered, "Because this isn't the 1700's. Besides, call it creative curiosity."

Elise had no experience with developing pictures, preferring to stick to paints and charcoals. This body liked reading, but maybe she could get into photography.

"I had a little peek at your records, back at the Ministry. You've certainly seen a thing or two in your time. Disrupting U-boat operations across the North Sea, sabotaging railway lines across Europe. Operation Gibbon. The one with the carrier pigeons, brilliant. I do love a carrier pigeon," the Doctor told him.

"I did my duty, but then so did thousands of others. Millions of others. I was just lucky enough to come back."

"Yes, but how does that man, that war hero, end up here in a lonely old house, looking for ghosts?"